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Chapter 6.
The planned 2 months of touring would probably have gone
off without a hitch had not one of the two boys had a minor
accident during a trek in the Grand Canyon. Despite our
strenuous efforts the boy had to be hospitalized and I was forced
to accompany him to the hospital whilst Beverly cared for the
remaining nineteen. It was a minor break to his wrist and we
foresaw no complications so I was sitting quietly in the hospital
waiting room expecting my son to return with his lower arm
splinted up. After what seemed like ages, he reappeared in the
corridor accompanied by several doctors and their expressions
immediately caused me alarm.
"Mrs. Denby?" Queried the most senior looking doctor whom I
presumed to be the casualty consultant.
"Yes."
"Is this boy your son?"
"He most certainly is. Can't you tell by just looking at him?"
"Indeed yes. Could I have a private word please?"
"What about?" I asked suspecting that all was not as it
should be.
"Well it's a little uhhm delicate."
I frowned and followed him into his private office. He turned
and smiled a sickly smile before offering me a seat.
"Uhhm, how did your boy injure himself?"
"He slipped on a narrow path in the Grand Canyon."
"Well you understand that we always have to double check
children's injuries."
"So?"
"Well I uhhm examined him quite thoroughly and was
disturbed to discover his genital uh - uhm- problems."
A wave of sickening nausea swept over me. I had inspected my
son's amphibian reproductive system and I had an excellent idea
what the doctor was alluding to. With my suspicions confirmed I
searched desperately for a way out. The trouble was I knew
exactly what the doctor had found so I decided that attack was
the best form of defense.
"Are you telling me that you inspected my son's genitalia
without my permission?"
"I- Well, it's normal procedure with children's injuries.
In case there's some evidence of abuse."
"Excuse me. Your own paramedics can confirm they picked up
an injured boy at the bottom of a slippery rocky path. The
injury was obviously caused by an accidental fall. What possible
excuse could you have for interfering with my sons' privates?
This sounds like another one of those medical abuse cases to me.
I've a good mind to call my lawyers."
"I- I'm sorry Mrs. Denby. We intended no offence but I'm
afraid I had to mention it."
"And I suppose the gory details are all over the hospital
by now. I bet it's the subject of salacious gossip from here to
Colorado already. Just look at those nurses staring at us.
Whatever happened to medical confidentiality? If my boy's got a
problem with his reproductive organs I don't see that it's any
business of yours. Your job is to set his wrist not spread
tittle-tattle and gossip. My son's problem is being attended by
my own consultants back east and I'm afraid there's very little
they can do. I would have thought it was quite obvious that the
deformities were congenital. Is there any evidence of physical
abuse?"
"Well- I- no, I don't suppose there is."
"What d'you mean 'suppose'! Does the boy seem cowed or
frightened in any way?"
"Well- no. In fact he seems a very alert, intelligent
little boy."
"Exactly. So why were you poking around his genitalia?
Are you some sort of pervert?"
"I don't think that's called for!"
"I don't know what's called for. I'm quite sure the boy
has described exactly what happened hasn't he?"
"Um- yes."
"And he gave an accurate articulate account."
"Uh- yes, very articulate; in fact."
"So why treat him with any less respect than you would
treat an adult. If you had a problem like his would you like it
bandied about all over the hospital?"
"Well it's just that it was so unusual."
"And that gives you an excuse to go blabbing all over the
place."
"It wasn't like that. The nurse discovered it and reported
it to me."
"So your blaming your nurses now. 'Shit rolls downhill'
does it? Let some underling be the fall guy is it? I suppose
you do that all the time."
"I must protest! I think you must agree it's an extremely
rare condition."
"Of course it's a rare condition! I couldn't agree more
and that's all the more reason for you to respect the child's'
feelings. Who else knows about this?"
"Well there's my registrar, and the casualty sister, the
radiologist, the residents, the internees-."
"And Uncle Tom Cobbley and all!" I finished angrily.
He fell silent and I realized I had won a temporary
reprieve. It simply remained to get my son out of there before
the consultant recovered his composure. To this end I invented
an important appointment back east.
"Is the boy fit to be released?" I demanded.
"Well- yes. I-" He stammered.
"Good! I'll thank you to sign the release forms because
I've a plane to catch. And you'll be hearing from my lawyers if
any of this becomes public."
We returned to the group ASAP and when Beverly learned of
events she cursed as angrily as I had.
"But you knew that their reproductive organs were more
amphibian than mammalian?"
"I know! That's why I'm all the angrier with myself for not
having remembered the risk. We'll have to get back to the
cottage before this gets out. You know what doctors are like."
Beverly shuddered and almost glanced furtively over her
shoulder as private, long buried memories shadowed her face.
God alone knew what had just flickered through her tortured mind.
The very mention of the word 'doctor' made her seize up with fear.
We broke camp immediately and made for the nearest airport
as I organized a private jet on my mobile phone. This was
one of the rare occasions when I was grateful for my wealth
and reputation as a lesbian recluse. As we arrived at the
private field a plane was already landing and we were
airborne almost immediately.
My fears were justified for when we arrived at the cottage
there was already a sheriff's car waiting to meet us. He
was our local sheriff and I knew him well.
"Evening Miss Denby."
"Good evening Sheriff. What can I do for you?"
"I'm afraid we've had some disturbing reports from
Arizona."
"What about?"
"Some children you had as party guests."
"Yes. Twenty of them they're in the minibuses. With my
friend."
The sheriff entered my bus to confirm my words then
returned to confront me.
"Yes Ms Denby. Whose children are they?"
"Mine and Ms Beverly's. I openly declared."
"What all twenty of them?"
"Yes- well ten of them anyway. The other ten are hers'."
"But they're all about the same age. Though I must
confess, they certainly have your looks!"
"Well of course they look like me, they're mine aren't
they?"
He fell silent, suspicious of the circumstances but puzzled
by my openness.
"Well they certainly couldn't deny you, I didn't know you
had any children Ruby."
"I live as a recluse sheriff. When did you last come round
my property to find out?"
Once again he was forced to confess he had been slightly
remiss in his duties.
The reason for his having left me alone being that, despite my
fame and wealth, I had brought none of the problems normally
associated with a famous person living on a sheriff's patch. In
fact he was actually glad to have me around.
Provided nothing sensational happened and my reclusive life
followed a normal humdrum existence he was happy enough to
exchange a few pleasant words with me when I occasionally
visited the store. He referred to some notes he was
holding and glanced suspiciously at the children again.
"The hospital in Arizona was concerned about one of your
um- boys."
"I know all about that. If they've reported it to the
police then they are in clear breach of medical confidentiality.
I'll bet that report is not a regular formal charge but an
informal hotchpotch of innuendoes and suggestions."
I could tell I was right for the sheriff fell quiet and
scratched his head. As if on cue, a noisy convoy of press vans
made itself heard. I realized things were getting out of hand so
I invited the sheriff onto my property. He was a sensible,
small town sheriff who had long forsaken the noisy city life.
A raucous media circus was the last thing he wanted as a single
man trying to uphold the law. The press were notorious for
sensationalizing everything so he swiftly accepted my offer and I
opened the large metal gates as Beverly herded all the children
into her bus and gunned through the open gap. The sheriff
followed us and I swiftly closed the gates thus clearly marking
the boundary of my property. He turned to face the spilling
crowd of pressmen as Beverly turned to squeeze my hand.
"You stay with the sheriff while I get the kids back to the
Albatross. I'll be back soon so don't be afraid."
I kissed her desperately and stepped down from the bus as
the yelling pressmen surged frantically against my gates.
The sheriff had already drawn his pistol and stared
nervously at the creaking latch. He motioned to me with a
question in his eyes.
"What the hell's all this about Ruby?"
"I'm not sure sheriff. I'm about to find out."
So saying I faced the media. Inevitably the questions
inundated me and it was several minutes before the sheriff could
restore some sort of order.
Those minutes were precious for as calm finally settled
over the media I sensed that familiar eerie light. Beverly had
saved the day and provided me with the best answer possible.
Cold Albatross 2 was hovering silently above us.
As one, all the cameras turned skywards whilst the sheriff
holstered his gun and frowned at me.
"You lied to me Ruby."
"I didn't sheriff. They really are my children. Well,
ten of them anyway. The other ten are Beverly's and she's piloting
that space ship."
The sheriff knew my story well. When I had bought up the
surrounding properties and created a private retreat for
myself he had made his acquaintance and I had told him
everything in the strictest confidence.
He had always respected that confidence and we had
maintained an excellent relationship. By way of saying 'thank
you' I had even built a small prosthesis factory in the county
and provided work for the local citizenry. It had brought
stability and security to the small town. Consequently the
sheriff's job and the local citizen's lives had been made that
much more secure and pleasanter. He was firmly on my side
without any of the sleaze normally associated with 'buying the
sheriff'.
"What now Ruby? If that thing lands I won't be able to
hold this lot."
"I don't think it's going to land sheriff. In fact I'm
not sure what my friend is going to do. Let's just wait and see."
As I spoke the Cold Albatross silently descended until it
was only a few feet above the sheriff and I. The cargo
door slid back and Beverly appeared trying to restrain a
doughnut of our curious children who had realized that we
had been discovered.
"What d'you want to do Ruby?" She called loudly and
clearly for the media's benefit.
I glanced at the sheriff who was staring open mouthed at
Beverly and the hovering craft.
"Well sheriff? Are you going to arrest me?" I asked
loudly for the medias' benefit.
He shook his head confusedly. "Hell Ruby. This is bigger than I can handle. What the
hell's going on?"
I whispered a brief explanation and he gaped stupidly at
me.
"What! You're saying there's two aliens aboard there
now?"
"Yes."
I called up to Beverly and she returned to the controls
whilst Thlom and Dumia appeared in the doorway with the
same doughnut of children's faces framing them. An
explosion of flashlights startled them briefly before Thlom
called down.
"Are you coming with us Ruby?"
"Not this time. There's the anti-grav drive to sort out.
Give my regards to Beverly and tell her I expect to see her
soon. Tell her not to leave it so long next time. I want
to see my children again."
Dumia gave a wide smile as Thlom ordered the children to
their seats. The door whispered shut and the Albatross
silently departed. Within moments it was a dot then it was
gone. The sheriff gave me a knowing grin and motioned to
his car for a private chat. As I settled in the seat he
gave a few brief words to the growing crowd before joining
me.
"Well thank God the spaceship's left. D'you feel like
facing that lot?"
"I'll have to unless you want to arrest me."
"I've no intention of that. You haven't committed a crime
as far as I know."
"What about the 'illegal aliens'?"
"If they're your children then they're U.S. Citizens.
They ain't aliens." He reasoned disarmingly.
"What about Thlom and Dumia?"
"As I recall, I didn't actually see them 'land' in the
U.S." He smiled knowingly.
I grinned at his helpful deviousness.
"And Beverly's children?" I finished.
"Beverly! Beverly! She's a citizen of Earth ain't she?
She's got a right to land on Earth so her children must
enjoy the same rights." He finished easily.
I thumped him on the arm affectionately and he smiled as he
recognized my clear message of gratitude. The least I
could do for him was face the press and I stepped outside
as the gates creaked with strain. I was quietly glad that
only the press seemed to be around. No military or FBI
figures seemed to be creeping about. In half an hour I had
related the basic facts then I made my excuses and retreated
to my cottage.
I had some E-mail to send to Switzerland concerning the anti-grav
drive and it behoved me to get it away before any government agents
tried to prevent me. As it was they appeared within hours of my
having sent the gen and seemed quite antagonistic until I showed
them the copy of the agreement that the Captain Rawlin and I had
hammered out with the international community in Switzerland.
There, clearly visible was the U.S. signatory. All the information
and knowledge about anti-grav propulsion was to be disseminated
and shared.
Nevertheless, despite my having stuck to the narrowest letter
of the international law, there were still some agents who felt I
had somehow committed treason and betrayed a military secret. It
took the local sheriff all his authority to finally remove them
from my cottage and he returned later that evening with his
deputies to share a well-earned supper.
"Jeez Ruby! Don't do that to me again. The town's alive
with agents, reporters, cranks and all bloody sorts."
"Sorry sheriff. I didn't foresee what such a minor
accident to a single little boy could result in such a circus."
"I'm going to put these two deputies on permanent patrol of
your boundary. The whole world and his dog are out there. For
God's sake go and give them a proper press conference and let's
get the whole bloody thing finished with."
"I'll do it tomorrow and I'll pay for the deputies
overtime."
"Thanks. I'll give you an escort at about ten, is that
OK?"
"Fine by me. See you tomorrow."
I spent the whole of the following day giving press
releases and interviews until darkness fell and I made my weary
way home. I was aghast to find the whole perimeter of my estate
virtually surrounded by cameras except for a few loyal neighbors
who had foregone the huge bribes. There was no way Cold
Albatross 2 was going to get back without being spotted. The
only chance Beverly had was to get in and out before the
hysterical masses detected her then broke every trespass law to
invade my property.
To this end, I painted a huge cross on my roof with an arrow to
my highest attic window. Despite it being seen by hundreds of
persistent helicopters, I hoped Beverly would be 'in and out'
before they could respond. Beverly remained true to her word.
Weeks later as the intense curiosity was getting to me I received
E-mail advising me of the time and place. I visited my friend the
sheriff and showed him the note to avoid any electronic eavesdropping.
Beverly arrived dead on cue and I hastily flung my luggage
through the cargo door then clambered aboard just as the waiting
helicopters came clattering into view. Even so it was a narrow
escape and one of the helicopters crashed as it's rotor got too
close to the hovering Albatross and crumpled itself on the super-
tough titanium hull.
It only fell a few feet and the sheriff was waiting to charge
the occupants with trespass as they crawled guiltily from the
wreckage. From the cargo door I waved my thanks to him before
it slithered shut and we warped away just as the inevitable
squadron of F-16's tried to tail us. Beverly grinned and
deliberately loitered like a wounded bird to emphasis their
impotence. Suddenly a reddish flame erupted under the wing of
the leading aircraft. To my chagrined astonishment I realized the
first aircraft had actually fired a missile at us. Beverly cursed
angrily then slammed the levers and warped away to disappear from
their screens. She turned to me as the moon whizzed past.
"See! That's bloody Earthmen for you! They'll never
learn. I have rescued their spacemen, I have given them the
biotechnology, I have given them anti-gravity drive and I have
never shown or done a single aggressive act but they still bloody
shoot at me. What sort of pigs are they?"
I had to admit it made me feel guilty being an American.
I fell silent as the huge bulk of Jupiter and its moons fell
astern and we streaked away to the outer planets. In her fury
Beverly forgot to warn me and I suddenly felt a retching nauseous
sickness empty my guts as the stars flashed blue for an instant before disappearing from sight.
She had warped as soon as it was possible and we were already on
our way to see the children. This time she was traveling with
all the stops out and I could feel The Cold Albatross actually
shaking as unimaginable forces were harnessed to speed our
journey.
"We've got a night to ourselves and we'll be there by
morning."
It amused me that she still related to 'night and day' in
the infinitely vast blackness of space.
Eventually we 'leveled out' and Beverly uncoiled from the
pilot seat. She visibly shuddered as her anger finally subsided.
She had obviously vented her spleen by thrashing her faithful
little craft through the boundaries of reality. Gently I grasped
her hands and whispered.
"Can the Albatross take that sort of punishment?"
She studied me through nervous tearful eyes before
speaking. "She'll never betray me and I hope you don't either."
I was stuck for words. I desperately wanted her but I
also wanted to live on Earth.
After the last hostile 'farewell' however, it seemed we would
never be able to return.
"What are we to do?" I whispered.
"Let's sleep on it."
Thus encouraged I nodded towards her bedroom and raised a
questioning eyebrow.
"You go first please. I'll join you." She suggested.
Eagerly I slipped into her room and stripped naked in
anticipation before burrowing under Beverly's duvet. Suddenly
Beverly switched off the gravity and I found myself unexpectedly
floating with the duvet tangled around me.
The thrill of sex without gravity sent a nervous tingle
through my body as Beverly drifted through the door and started
to strip as I watched. Within minutes we were floating in an
erotic twosome as our weightlessness caused our bodies to touch
tantalizingly then drift provocatively apart.
As a form of foreplay it surpassed anything I had ever
experienced and it excited both of us to see our full ripe
breasts regain their youthful teen-aged buoyancy. The novelty
accelerated our appetites and soon our urgent clutches forced our
bodies together as we consummated our needs. I literally hooked
myself onto Beverly's desperately hard organ and we drifted off
into ecstasy both literally and figuratively.
Strangely after completing the act it was difficult to
relax without gravity and Beverly slowly increased the power
until we settled gently on the bed. Once we were comfortable she
curled up once more with my nipple gently held between her lips.
I felt a tingle of pleasure flutter down to my loins but she was
already asleep. In the low gravity it was no discomfort to
squash together with her head resting lightly on my breasts like
a nursing child.
We awoke in the same position and I felt her curious fingers
gently exploring my other nipple as her tongue delicately rasped
the covered one. The sensation made me shudder with delight and
I gasped as my groin dampened. In response I gently fingered
her own stiff little strawberries and she squeaked softly as I
felt her penis stiffen and twitch appreciatively. Within
moments we were locked together and eagerly indulging ourselves
again whilst savoring the reduced gravity as our turgid nipples
lovingly fenced with each other.
Eventually we satiated our passions and duty required
Beverly to attend to her navigation. I prepared a light brunch
while she brought us to the amphs' planet and I met the familiar
reception committee. In addition to the ambassadorial ship and
the two accompanying patrol craft I also saw the familiar shape
of Cold Albatross 3 and I presumed Thlom was at the helm.
The thought of my children brought an unexpected tug at my
heart-strings and my mothering instincts warmed my heart.
Fortunately Thlom had finally managed to persuade Beverly to get
some communications fitted to Albatross 2 so we arranged to meet
in the ambassadorial ship and enjoyed a splendid family reunion
before going planet-side. There a veritable mansion had been
prepared and I indulged myself like an eighteenth century lady
with my family around me.
The next few months proved idyllic. I also met each of
my children's different genetic fathers and was persuaded to part
with some more of my eggs.
I also discovered why Beverly's children were all the same
coloring. The genetic engineers had not had the same success
with her sperm as with my eggs and her sperm had only been used
successfully in conjunction with same batch of eggs. All of
Beverly's children were full blood brother and sisters and I was
not surprised to learn that Dumia was their mother.
After a month upon the planet during which time our
relationship had blossomed, Beverly approached me nervously.
She wondered if we could make our relationship permanent and I
was quite taken aback by her turn-around.
Under Amph law there was no such thing as marriage since
the overcrowding crisis and strangely Beverly wanted to make our
relationship legal.
Once again her insecurity was surfacing to affect her life.
When I pressed her I was surprised to learn that she was angry
about never having existed legally as an adult. No social
security number, no tax coding, no health number, nothing.
"It's as though I never existed on Earth- a 'none-person'."
She muttered sadly.
"Oh you exist Beverly. Believe me you exist." I smiled.
"Yes but I could never go back there. They could put me
away again and nobody would ever know I existed."
"Don't worry Bev, they know you exist. If only because
the doctors, politicians and judges have been exposed for what
they did to you. They're all either in prison or out of office
now. I'll be there to protect you as well."
I added the last bit to encourage her to return. I
desperately wanted her as my permanent partner and I desperately
wanted to live on Earth. She sat staring at the floor as the
options were weighed carefully in her brain.
"Will there be a safe place where I can go?"
"Of course there are. Some cities have even got gay areas
where any gender disphorics can move about with safety. Anyway
you'd 'pass' at a beauty contest. Nobody would ever read you."
"Ghettos!" Observed Beverly ignoring my compliments.
"No!" I argued impatiently. "They're whole areas,
several blocks wide where gays and trannies live and move about
with impunity. Clubs, restaurants, apartment blocks, offices;
just about everything. Even the police are friendly. I've got
a splendid city apartment in New York although I must confess
'I've hardly stayed there more than a few times. Your country
England is even more liberal I'm told."
"I've seen gays and transvestites beaten up and killed by
the police in Brazil and China."
"How?" I demanded.
"Recently. I've been returning quite frequently since we
escaped with the children.
It wasn't safe to visit you because of all the watchers but it's
easy to visit remote parts of the planet."
"I can't speak for the less developed countries but the
advanced countries have come long way."
I could see her weakening and it was obvious she was
missing Earth. After a painfully long silence she nodded
imperceptibly.
"OK then, I'll come back but I'll go and visit some other
acquaintances before I expose myself to those idiots with their
jets."
"What d'you mean?"
"There's other races out there Ruby, races that are just as
beholden to me for giving them anti-grav as my friends the amphs.
There are a million favors I can call in. They are much more
aggressive peoples and they have much more advanced weapons.
The amphs are a peaceful race they don't even have weapons."
"Can I meet them?"
"If you wish. It'll have to be in Cold Albatross 2
though. They might not recognize Albatross 3 and they might take
a pot shot at us as we re-materialize. They've got their star
system well sown up and they're itching to reach out to other stars."
"Won't that be dangerous?"
"Of course. They're just like Earthmen. That's why I
keep them at arm's length." I shook my head sadly.
We returned to Sol a few weeks later then Beverly
redirected the Albatross 2 towards a remote galaxy some several
million light years away. I studied the navigational hologram
and wondered what this new race would be like. Beverly's
nervousness was infectious and we made no attempts at lovemaking
during the passage. Our fears proved groundless. The
supposedly warlike race welcomed us openly and we arrived on
their home world to a rapturous reception.
As a typically dominant race, these people enjoyed all the
classic fears of dominancy. Having achieved that primordial
dominance by the ordinary tribal mechanisms of confrontation and
conquest they inevitably carried a historical burden of racial
paranoia.
They were still puzzled as to why Beverly carried
no protection for her frail craft so they swiftly set to work.
Within a few weeks Albatross 2 was sporting a protective shield
device and some fearsome looking weapons. We departed to their
outer planets and held a few brief 'firing practices' before
parting on excellent terms with promises to return soon. The
return journey was a much more relaxed affair and we indulged our
sexual needs to the maximum.
Once behind the Earth's familiar moon we debated our
strategy and once again found the old 'aircraft-carrier equation'
to be the least risky. The Spanish Navy had a ship equipped with
harriers so that seemed the best option. It simply remained to
find it. We eventually did so in The Mediterranean Sea quietly
minding it's own business and not actively launching any
aircraft.
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